"Can we call you mo-mom?" Dia's innocent voice fell into their ears. The question sounded so simple, but it bore deep meanings.
Layla's heart suddenly raced as she took a step back. Her eyes were wide open, gazing into Dia's. Michael went ahead and squeezed her hand. He decided he wasn't going to interfere; it was solely her decision to make, and he was going to be fine with anything it might be.
"Mi-Michael," she uttered as if asking for permission, to which Michael just whispered into her ear,
"I can't help you in this, Layla; it's your choice to make."
Layla nodded, looking at him, and approached Dia. The two kids were now looking at her with intensity, as if she was some God. It dawned high upon her.
"Did we offend you, miss?" Dia asked again, her big round eyes blinking at her, waiting for an answer. Layla's heart bled at her innocent voice, filled with nothing but genuine warmth.
